Lashed and licked landlady

CHAPTER EIGHT

Donna couldn't believe she was hearing right. She almost paused in her pulling of the mower, and the only thing that kept her going was the fear that once she stopped, her tortured, exhausted muscles would never get the heavy weight moving again. Gary couldn't expect her to keep crawling across the yard with Brad on top of her, driving his huge cock into her aching body.

A moment later, she felt Brad's knees settle down on top of hers and she realized just how serious Gary was. And when he pushed his cock inside her it was as though be had stabbed her guts out with butcher knife. Donna was certain she was going to topple over at any second.

Instead, incredibly, she struggled forward faster. It was as though she was being driven forward by some primitive instinctual drive. Every thrust of Brad's huge cock inside her cunt seemed to make her move that much faster. He reached under her to maul her lush, dangling tits, and even as she screamed in pain, she seemed to pick up speed.

Gary dropped his whip and watched as she pulled him and the mower across the yard. Even now she was the sexiest bitch he had ever seen. She was dripping with sweat and stained green from the grass and weeds. Her hair hung around her face in stringy clumps, and her features were screwed up in a tight mask of pain and exertion.

Her back was bowed under Brad's weight, and she was almost falling over every time he stabbed his fat cock up the tiny pink slit of her cunt. Gary hated the stuck-up blonde bitch. Now he knew for sure that at heart she was nothing but a rutting little whore. He also thought that she might be the perfect match for him and his brothers.

Every move Donna made rewarded her with an explosion of agony. Her hands slipped and she fell face-first into the dirt, but she still kept scooting herself along the ground on her knees. Her cunt was rippling around the impaling staff of Brad's cock, and her pussy was getting wet with fuckjuice.

"Whore!" Brad muttered as he fucked her and mauled her tits. "Dirty whore! Squeeze that pussy, you sleazy cunt! Fuck me back, you slimy cocksucker!"

Donna moaned, and the throaty sound of her voice shocked her. It was less the sound an exhausted and degraded woman would make than the deep, hoarse cry of a woman being well-fucked. She burned with shame as her ass started to grind back against Brad's fat, hammering cock. Every time he thrust his cock inside her, his stomach hit her asscheeks with a wet, solid smack. Her pussy-cream was even starting to drool down from the lips of her cunt, smearing her inner thighs with white stains of lust.

Donna cried with shame, knowing that an orgasm was building inside her. She had dismissed the multiple orgasms the men had forced on her the night before as the product of all the booze they had made her drink. Now she realized that the climaxes they had wrought on her drunken body had paved the way for more to come, these without the aid of liquor. She banged her head against the ground as hard as she could in a wild attempt to drive the lust from her body and scrambled even faster over the ground.

However fast she crawled, though, she couldn't outrun her own arousal. Spidery fingers of icy pleasure danced across her stomach, making her squirm and twist. Brad smashed her nipples as hard as he could between his fingers and bit at the back of her neck like some kind of rutting animal. Everything, even the agony of pulling the mower, was making her hot.

Her cuntjuice rolled down to soak Brad's cock and drip from his hairy balls. Her creamy, squirming thighs were all but painted with the slippery fuckjuice. Donna grunted like a pig with every thrust of Brad's cock inside her. She wished again that she could die. That was the only way she could hope to escape the orgasm that was already shooting bolts of pleasure through her.

"Whore! Dirty whore! Dirty sleazy whore!" Brad screamed. "Dirty sleazy slutty whore!"

He started fucking his cock into her even faster and harder, rocking Donna's tiny, sexy body. The force of his fucking knocked her hands out from under her again, and this time she could barely keep moving as her face hit the ground. He yanked her tits back and forth across her chest as though he was trying to tear them off. Then his cum started spurting up inside her.

"Cumming!" Brad bellowed, beating his sexy little landlady into the dust with his big cock. "Cumming in the dirty whore! Cumming in her dirty cunt!"

Donna's thighs trembled under the pressure of Brad's wild fucking. Her whole body shook with her own boiling passion. Her cunt went into spasms as his jism flooded inside her. It milked Brad's cock, tugging and flexing and wrapping itself tightly around him. Her tiny clit burned as though it had been doused in gasoline and set on fire.

"Bitch!" Brad shouted again, pulling his cock out of her pussy while it was still spurting jism. He let the last few weak shots splatter over the struggling beauty's creamy ass, then wiped his cock clean over the white expanse of one trembling thigh. "The landlady whore can really fuck, Gary! And she never stopped moving, not even once! She's a lot fucking better than any of the other bitches we ever brought here!"

"Jump on, John," Gary said quietly. "Let's see just how tough the stuck-up little princess really is."

Donna was trembling with passion, suspended just an instant from a mind blowing climax. Her ass flexed with rapid, muscular contractions. Her pussy kept leaking fuck-cream, mixed now with the jism Brad had shot inside her, and her cunt was popping open and shut like the mouth on a fish. She could barely pull herself forward with the sunbursts of lust that were flaring through her.

She pushed her ass up and back toward John as he settled the knobs of his knees painfully into the hollows of her own. She knew that the first stab of his cock up inside her cunt would drive her over the the edge and stop the maddening, burning itch she was feeling inside.

Then she felt the hard drive of his eleven-inch prick, and she screamed in pain and frustration instead of pleasure. He was shoving his cock up her ass, not her pussy!

"Ride her good, John," Gary said, leaning forward on the mower to get a better look at his brothers cock in the sexy little blondes shitter. "Ride her like the fucking nag she in."

"Fucking yes," John said, thrusting his cock all the way up her ass with a single vicious lunge. "I'll fuck her until she doesn't know which side is up."

Donna's legs almost slid out from under her as John started fucking his cock up her tender asshole. Pain flared in her straining back and down her trembling thighs as he pummeled her sore shitter again and again. Each pounding thrust seemed to jolt her body harder. Donna lowered her head and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to forget both the burning need in her cunt and the dreadful pain of the ass-fucking.

And strangely, as she dragged the mower across the yard and endured the beating of John's cock in her asshole, she started getting hotter.

It was as though the itching heat that blistered out from her clit through the rest of her pussy began to merge with the agonizing blaze of pain John's assfucking was causing her. Her head began to swim, and she bucked and ground her ass back against John as though he was fucking his cock into her cunt instead of her asshole. After a few seconds, the confused blonde slave didn't know where the cock was fucking her. The burning heat in her cunt and asshole had merged so completely that there didn't seem to be any difference.

"Oh yesssss!" she hissed, scrambling forward over the lawn while she humped her ass wildly back on John's cock. "Oh yessssss! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

"You dirty whore!" John gasped, hammering his cock into her reamed-out shitter with every ounce of strength he had. "You're making me cum, you filthy little slut!"

Donna screamed with pleasure as John's cock shot one wad after another of greasy fuckjuice up her asshole. Then she screamed with disappointment as he pulled his still-hard cock out of her and wiped it clean over her quivering, creamy ass. Once more she had been suspended just an instant from orgasm.

She pulled the mower across the yard with demented strength, frenzied witch her need for a climax. The was almost completely mowed already, but in her delirium, Donna didn't even know where she was going anymore. Her body burned with exhaustion and lust, and she was burning with the very last reserves of her energy with her wild crawl across the lawn. The lust that was bubbling through her squirming, sexy body blazed even hotter as pain and weariness began to drag her down.

"Your turn, Joel," Gary said with a grin, and then leaned back to watch.

Donna never knew what hit her. One moment she was tugging the mower over the weed clogged ground and the next she had been flattened underneath a mountain of human flesh. Her knees and arms shot out from under her.

A thousand different kinds of pain flowed through the sexy blonde's tiny body. Her hands and feet pawed desperately at the air as if she was still trying to push herself along the ground. Her face turned blue as Joel's tremendous weight kept her from breathing, and her tits felt as if they had been smashed flat beneath her. Her cunt felt as though it had torn loose and been fucked all the way into her throat. The world began to swim wildly in front of her eyes.

She was about to cum.

Joel jerked his cock from her cunt and pulled himself up over Donna's limber, captive body. Donna whined like a starving animal as her cunt and asshole were left empty once more. Then Joel tore the bit loose from her mouth and slapped her across the face with his huge slab of fuckmeat.

Donna thought that he wanted her to suck his prick, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could to give it a try. Instead, he hit her again and again with the mammoth stalk of cock, slapping her lips, nose, cheeks and forehead. It felt like she was being hit with a big meat billy club. Every slap of his huge cock stunned her, and soon she had been beaten all but senseless by Joel's fat prick.

"You're so beautiful!" Joel whispered as he beat his cock over her dainty features. "A pretty little doll! I'd like to beat you to death with my magnificent cock!"

Joel started breathing harder and harder as he whipped his enormous cock against the little blonde's face. Fuck-lube slopped from his piss-slit, covering Donna's perfect features with more greasy slime than most normal men shot when they climaxed. His cock smeared the slop all over her, until it looked like Donna's face had been covered with honey. The cool slick prick-lube just made slapping her with his cock that much more enjoyable.

Joel hit very inch of her face with his big cock, and he hit her harder and harder as he got closer to cumming. He poked her in the eyes with his huge cockhead, leaving puddles of juicy pre-cum to glue her eyelids shut. He slapped her cheeks until they burned red from the beating and glistened under a blanket of sticky fuck-lube. He bounced his cock off her chin and he slapped her lusty lips until blood trickled down from where he had split them.

He poked his cockhead into her delicate, shell like ears. Before long his pre-cum was pouring down the back of her neck. He liked hitting her upturned nose the most of all, and he beat it until it was swollen and Donna was blowing fuck-lube bubbles from both nostrils.

"Oh my!" he whispered. "Oh my. Get ready, Miss Fairchild! I'm going to blow my load all over your beautiful face!"

Donna could have never gotten ready for the beating that followed. It was like she was getting the slimiest, tackiest facial any woman had ever received.

By the time it was over, Donna's hair was clogged with heavy streaks of cum, her open mouth was a brimming pool of cock-cream and her face and throat were shrouded in a solid mask of white jism. She blinked and her wide blue eyes stared out from a face of jellied white goo. Joel had to move all the way down to her tits to find a clean spot on her skin to wipe off his cock.

"Start moving, you lazy slut," Gary said, and Donna tried.

Nothing happened.

Gary hit her with the whip, but Donna was finished. She barely had the energy to breathe, much less pull the mower. The burning lust in her cunt was as strong as ever, and even the stinging sensation of Joel's cum drying on her face and the crack of Gary's whip on her tender flesh seemed to feed the fire that was burning in her cunt.

Gary threw the whip aside in disgust and dropped down beside Donna in the grass. He stared at her cum-plastered face with a frightening mix of contempt and affection, and Donna felt herself getting hotter just looking at him. It was the most horrible thing she could imagine, but just having the man who had led her rape and torture look at her was turning her slutty body on.

"You're almost ready to cum, you worthless old nag!" Gary whispered. He tore a handful of grass out from the ground and held it under her mouth. "If you can't mow the grass, then eat the grass like the old barnyard whore you are! Do it, bitch, at least try to be good for something!"

Donna trembled with disgust as she lowered her cum-plastered face to his hand and gathered up the grass with her tongue. The other men laughed at her, but that just made the fire inside her cunt burn even hotter. She rubbed her thighs together desperately as she chewed and swallowed the grass. It wasn't any good. She needed to be fucked. She needed something hot and hard and huge inside her.

"Keep eating," Gary said, pulling more grass out of the lawn and holding it out for her. Donna pulled it from his hand with her lips and tongue and chewed it slowly before she swallowed it. "That's it, you poor little bitch. Finally found somebody who wouldn't take any of your shit, didn't you? Poor little bitch. At least you got to find out what a slutty whore you really are. Want me to stick some fingers inside you?"

"Please sir!" Donna gasped around her mouthful of grass. Gary pulled up more grass and held it out for her to take. "Please stick some fingers in me!"

Gary fucked three fingers into her wringing cunt with one sharp thrust of his hand. Donna gasped with pleasure. Her eyes rolled and her head twisted languidly on her shoulders as the thick fingers plunged inside her. Her pussy twisted around the three fingers, and streams of cunt-cream rolled down, her shuddering thighs in twin tidal waves of lust.

"Keep eating," Gary said pulling his fingers back out of her, and Donna slurped up another handful of grass just as fast as she could.

When Gary fucked his fingers back inside her, he surprised her again by tucking his little finger in alongside the rest, and Donna squealed with delight.

Donna fucked back against his hand. Her ass danced in a wide, frenzied circle and she jerked her body back and forth. Her cunt tightened around his pistoning fingers, squeezing and pulling and drenching them with slippery pussyjuice. Her clit was vibrating as though it was about to explode.

And then Gary tucked his thumb in under his fingers and fucked Donna with his fist, and she went out of her mind.

Donna tore grass out of Gary's hand while her body convulsed and trembled on his fucking fist. Pussy-cream poured down her shaking thighs and green-stained saliva drooled from her lips. She arched up and grabbed her tits with her hands, forcing them up to her mouth so she could bite at her stiff nipples. It was the first sober climax of her life, and it was driving her crazy.

Gary pounded his fist into her spasming cunt, beating her pussy with punches that would have knocked a big man to his knees. He could almost feel the orgasms as they pounded through her helplessly squirming body. And all the time he kept feeding her grass, his cock growing longer and harder as he watched her sweet lips turn green from the weeds she was eating.

He beat her through fourteen orgasms before he climbed on her back and fucked her tight asshole. She came three more times before he filled her humid shitter up with cum, and as he shot the last of his cum in her sweet body, she turned her soiled face back toward him.

"I love you!" she whimpered like a child, tears running down her fouled features. "Please be my master! Please keep me for your pet!"

"We'll see," Gary said with a grin and a shrug, pulling his wet cock out of her asshole and sticking it in front of her face for her to lick clean. "Let's have you help get that roof shingled first. I wouldn't want to get evicted."

Tears ran down Donna's face at the humiliation of his brush-off, but she nodded her head. And once John had unstrapped her from the mower, she stood up on shaky legs and followed the brothers around to the front of the house.